Name: Celtya's Royal Blood Quality: Cannot be Determined Description: The most precious Royal Blood of Celtya, the Elven King's Saintess. Upon consumption, it enhances one's magical aptitude and carries a certain probability of awakening a special skill.
Roy's eyes lit up upon seeing the description on the panel. He had finally gotten his hands on something good.
A broken sword and a blood bead—that was the haul for this trip. Life is hard, Roy sighed.
Roy didn't hesitate. He wiped the ashes off the blood-red crystal and tossed it into his mouth. Like a perfectly ripe peach, it melted upon entry, sliding down his throat.
Although it was called blood essence, Roy couldn't taste any blood; instead, it had a hint of sweetness.
The reaction came quickly.
An intense wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen (dantian) and spread throughout his body. Roy felt hotter and hotter; his body temperature rapidly spiked above fifty degrees Celsius. An ordinary person would have passed out from the heat immediately; only an adventurer's physique could withstand this.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
His body temperature continued to rise. The hot air Roy exhaled carried a hint of flame. His eyes widened. I think I messed up.No one mentioned this kind of reaction! Even his 'Adventure' ability had activated.
Roy quickly rushed over to the blue flames. Feeling the biting coldness, his body, which was on the verge of exploding, was forcibly suppressed—a combination of ice and fire.
"Roar!!"
Roy's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a savage roar. An eerie red light pulsed beneath his skin, and his body underwent earth-shattering changes.
$$\begin{aligned} &\text{Endurance: } 521 \to \mathbf{712 (B)} \\ &\text{Agility: } 689 \to \mathbf{755 (B)} \\ &\text{Magic: } 415 \to \mathbf{901 (S)} \end{aligned}$$
Except for Dexterity and Strength, all other status values rose to some extent. The most terrifying increase was Magic, which instantly jumped to S-rank.
About two hours later, Roy's consciousness gradually returned. He seemed to have survived.
Zzzt! Zzzt!
Roy immediately activated his magic.
Golden lightning surged from his palm, but upon closer inspection, it was slightly different from before, mixed with a trace of blood-red electricity, significantly increasing its destructive power. The advantage of his lightning magic was its speed and its ability to change form. Originally, as a no-chant magic, its power would be lower compared to other magic.
Now, this weakness was compensated for.
If he were to return to that battle now, he was confident he could directly overpower Hyakinthos's Level 3 magic with his own, rather than relying on tricks to make the opponent drop his guard.
$$\text{Skill Awakened: Elven Royalty!}$$
$$\begin{aligned} &\text{Elven Royalty: Can learn all Elven magic. When fighting Elves, suppresses the enemy's body and soul. (Elven Royal Family is immune!)}\\ &\text{Note: Requires voluntary teaching of magic from an Elf!}\\ &\text{Note: The indiscriminate slaughter of Elves or destruction of their homeland will cause this skill to be nullified!} \end{aligned}$$
Just as Roy withdrew his magic, a new panel popped up before his eyes. He scanned it, and even with his composed demeanor, he was genuinely shocked. Fate had actually taken pity on him, the gacha loser, by giving him a special skill awakened through the "Royal Blood."
Can learn all magic mastered by Elves! Forcibly suppress the body and soul of Elves!
This skill was the perfect bane of Elves.
Before Roy could recover from the surprise of the 'Elven Royalty' skill, the broken sword he held erupted in dazzling light, and all the rust faded away.
As if activated, its long, silver-white blade was revealed, covered in mysterious runes.
A new panel appeared before Roy once more.
$$\begin{aligned} &\text{Name: Elven Holy Sword}\\ &\text{Quality: Legendary}\\ &\text{Description: A weapon forged by Celtya and the Flame Spirits using countless precious materials.}\\ &\text{Special Effect (Eternity): Possesses "Indestructible" attribute, with no durability limits. Even if forcibly damaged, it will self-repair over time!}\\ &\text{Special Effect (Burn the Heavens): Instantly drains the ambient magic essence (Maso) within a dozen kilometers, converting it into intense flames to be released. Capable of destroying a small city!}\\ &\text{Special Effect (Spirit Transformation): Transforms the wielder into a Flame Spirit, gaining high-speed chanting and the ability to release flame magic!}\\ &\text{Note: This sword requires Elven Royal Blood or a Flame Spirit to use. Minimum usage Level is LV.3. All power can be unlocked at LV.7!}\\ &\text{Note: This sword cannot harm Elven Royalty or Flame Spirits. Forcing an attack will result in backlash!} \end{aligned}$$
Seeing the panel for the 'Elven Holy Sword,' Roy gasped. The three special effects nearly blinded him. This was no longer the scrap metal it had been before.
No wonder nothing had happened when he touched it earlier.
This Holy Sword recognized its master; only Elven Royalty or a Flame Spirit could activate it.
The blood bead he swallowed was equivalent to obtaining the bloodline of Elven Royalty or a Flame Spirit.
It was similar to the 'Magic Sword Bloodline' of the Crozzo family.
The ancestor of the Crozzo family once saved a Spirit. To repay the favor, the Spirit cut off a piece of its flesh and fed it to the person. The Crozzo family subsequently gained a portion of Spirit bloodline, allowing them to forge extraordinarily powerful Magic Swords, which helped the Rakia Kingdom conquer many countries. However, these swords could not be used against Elves and Spirits.
The Crozzo family was the best example. They helped the Rakia Kingdom wage war and even burned the forests where the Elves and Spirits lived. The enraged Spirits cursed the family so they could no longer forge Magic Swords, causing them to fall from grace.
All of this was irrelevant to Roy at the moment.
Roy's gaze towards the Elven Holy Sword was fervent. This was the first Legendary-grade weapon he had acquired.
If he were grinding dungeons, he would likely need to run Level 7 or higher dungeons to have a chance of dropping a Legendary-grade item.
Although the ancient heroes lacked the Gods' blessings, with the help of the Spirits, their top-tier fighting strength wasn't weak, so it wasn't surprising that they could create such a weapon.
Sensing that Roy had not met the usage requirements, the Elven Holy Sword's light gradually faded, returning to its previous, unremarkable appearance.
Roy took off his coat, wrapped the Elven Holy Sword in it, and slung it over his back. The inactive Holy Sword had no edge; the tip couldn't even pierce the coat.
"Hoo!"
Roy's breathing became ragged. Only one thought filled his mind: He needed to Level Up to LV.3!
With the 'Elven Royalty' and the 'Elven Holy Sword,' Roy was already very satisfied with the haul from this trip.
Roy prepared to return home.
Now, looking at the bamboo basket that held the honey cake, Roy's eyes were filled with disdain. It hadn't been useful at all, and that goddess had actually scammed him! He hoped he never ran into her again!
Following the map's guidance, Roy skillfully navigated the passages. Unlike his mood before, he was brimming with rewards and walked with a cheerful stride.
As Roy passed through several corridors and rounded a corner, a spine-tingling sensation suddenly washed over him, making his muscles involuntarily twitch.
In the space that was supposed to be empty, a massive monster appeared, entirely shrouded in thick black mist, its true face invisible. It was dog-like in form, possessing three heads, and radiated an immensely powerful aura.
"L... LV.7 or higher monster?"